Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sight & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Hashim,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.